Gifford. Thane,” I said plaintively. “I don’t know ... I don’t want ... You’ll have to stop this. I’ll crash the car.”He had my zipper d...own, and long, sensuous fingers had dug through the opening and encased my cock, flesh on flesh. I wasn’t going soft in these conditions. Just the opposite. I was trembling all over. I didn’t want this in these circumstances, but with each stroke of my cock, my body was telling both me and Gifford that I did, in fact, want this. He was a stud of a man.“If you. He told me that I looked better, but looked as though I hadn’t slept. I told him that I hadn’t slept very well, but I felt a lot better, and thanked him again for listening. Again he told me it wasn’t a problem, and he was glad to help. He said that he could never stand it when a pretty woman cried. I started blushing and looked down at the table. It had been years since my husband and said anything that sweet. He put his finger under my chin, and lifted my face so that I was looking him in the. “Feel good, baby?”“Mmm-hmmm,” she nodded, “SO good.” “Undo my shirt, Sal,” he said as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “I want to feel your tits against my skin.”“O... Okay,” Sally replied. She suddenly wanted very much to feel his naked chest pressed against hers. Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, which she found surprisingly difficult in the darkened cab of the truck. It was impossible to concentrate on her task as he expertly manipulated her flesh and kissed the base of her neck. Her. She could see his flaccid cock lying flat on his tummy, glistening with the residue of his cum and her juices. She moved her head down towards it, first caressing the head with her tongue, then sliding her lips over it, savouring the taste. Tom meanwhile had moved between her outstretched thighs his mouth clamped onto her cunt as his tongue teased her clitoris and tunnelled into her, seeking the sex cocktail that remained there.“Mum, you’re insatiable,” Craig sighed, feeling her mouth working.